Yes. I transmigrated. How? I don't know how. Ask the lord. Beats me how you'd ever do that, though. I have yet to talk to him. If I did, I'd give him a piece of my mind.
Where did I transmigrate? Go back to the first chapter. Remember that recommended novel in my reader app. Yep. That one. The Princess Knight's Rival. I transmigrated in that one. Okay. I did like that novel. Loved it, in fact. That doesn't mean I want to freaking live in it. Goodness gracious!
Who did I transmigrate into? Before I answer that, let me give the owner of this body a beating first.
Celestine von Trier. The only daughter of House Trier, which is a renowned house of magic knights that the kingdom of Resse has. Her father, Marquis Claude von Trier, is known as the Protector Marquis. He was strict and just, albeit a little aloof, even to his children.
Her mother, Marchioness Carissa von Trier, was the epitome of a genteel and graceful lady, albeit a little biased to her sons. Not that she could be blamed. After all, their house was known for its great magic knights. Her husband and sons, the best examples of these said knights, gave her a bragging ticket to high society.
A daughter could not do that unless she married another renowned bachelor.
Their family name rings a bell, no? Of course, it does. It's the family name of the male lead, Carlisle von Trier. Yes. It is as you have guessed, dear readers. The host I have transmigrated into is precisely the sister of the male lead.
Don't congratulate me just yet. It's not a happy thing. No. You got it all wrong. It's a tragedy. Celestine von Trier was one of the villains. What's wrong with that, you ask? Well, it's all good and dandy that she was a villainess. I could live with that. Except for the fact that she was just a small fry. A third-rate. Nothing worth noting.
In fact, she was one of those irritating characters that I cursed endlessly at for throwing a wet blanket during the crucial romantic moments of the main protagonists. Do you get my point?
Celestine was a bro-con. She was obsessed with her brother and tried to hog his attention all the time. Well, she does that with her parents, too. But the degree that she does it with her brother is phenomenal. And this has caused their originally good relationship to go sour. It reached a point where no one in the family wanted to associate with her.
This worsened her initially meek personality. She became almost non-existent. Which made her pathetic death tragic in a pitiful way.
How did she die?
She died due to asphyxiation caused by a severe allergic reaction.
Translated into simpler words, Celestine choked to death.
The culprit? A cookie. A cookie was gifted to his brother by the female lead, Adelaide. Celestine stole said cookie, went back to her room, and ate said cookie because she did not want her brother to eat anything another girl made for him, not knowing that it was made from nuts, which she was allergic to. And the rest is history.
I was being euphemistic when I said her death was pitifully tragic. In truth, it was a pathetic death. What made it even more unfortunate was that if her grandfather, the only person who treasured Celestine, had not arrived the next day for a visit, no one would have known that she died.
Her existence in the Trier estate then has become null. Everyone did not want to see even the shadow of this irritating attention whore. Her father and mother felt shameful due to her actions, unbefitting of a young noble lady of society. Her brother could no longer tolerate her antics and stalking tendencies. Yes, even the maids did not deign to acknowledge her anymore.
So, it was not a surprise that no one knew she died before her grandfather discovered her corpse. The author, after Celestine's death, couldn't be bothered to tell what happened after. She was just a cannon fodder whose death is a mere comic relief, after all.
And I, Bai Feng Jiu, am now expected to live as that very same comic relief. I am unresigned!
"Celestine von Trier, you dumbass!" I shouted indignantly.
"A dumbass. Yes. You are quite right. That is a very apt description of me." An amused, melodious voice answered my frustrated cry.
"The f*ck?! A ghost?" My eyes widened in surprise while I looked left and right, searching for the source.
"I am not a ghost. Technically speaking, I am a soul right now. I am over here at your back, by the way." The voice answered. I turned around and was met by the very same figure I saw in the mirror before I passed out.
"Celestine von Trier." I murmured with furrowed brows. Then I scoffed before retorting.
"Aren't ghosts also souls as well? What's the difference?" Celestine giggled at my snarky question. A playful mirth was present in her jeweled eyes. Something I only saw in her childhood memories, which later faded into oblivion as she grew up.
"That is true. Well, I shall not go into the systematics of it. Even I do not know as much." She answered smilingly. I raised a brow at her.
"So, what is this situation? How come I could talk to you?" I asked neutrally, my lips pursed.
"Oh. How strange. You are awfully calm about this." She said, rubbing her cute chin in thought.